She showered again, refusing to share the shower on the basis that it would be self-defeating. So, he accepted that he would wait till she’d finished. He used the time for a quick call to Liffi.
“Look,” he said, “you know I said you could sleep in my flat? That’s off, I’m afraid—”
She didn’t let him finish. “It’s her, isn’t it? Goddammit, Jake, I just bought a futon! I suppose you’ve no objection to me bunking down in our shop? No? Good!”
herWhen Heather emerged from the bathroom at last, she was wearing a summery dress with a swirling flower pattern. The pink, wild roses of the design suited her complexion and strawberry-blonde hair.
“You look lovely,” he said honestly, trying to hide his guilt at the secretive phone call. “I’ll grab a quick shower, and then we’ll find somewhere for l
